Today in Sunday School the teacher gave us all paper and pens and told us to draw a pig. Well, a pig is pretty simple- two ovals, four legs, and a curly tail. So I finished drawing my pig before anyone else did. So I gave my pig spectacles. No one else was done. I added a Brigham Young beard. No one else was done. I gave him a waistcoat. And then I gave the waistcoat stripes. And then I gave it a watch chain. And buttons. And a bow on the tail, even though the bow didn't really match the rest of the outfit, because I was running out of ideas.
And then the teacher told us that it was a personality test. And the kind of pig I drew says that I'm a pessimistic, analytic, devil's advocate, distrustful, won't-avoid-debate-but-doesn't-seek-it-out-either kind of person. Well, I had fun laughing about this with my classmates. Too bad the teacher didn't have a way to tie it into the lesson.
And then I shared this with my parents on the way home. And the Teacher laughed, and then she said: "The funny part is that you have all of those character traits."
So much for the kind, nurturing, supportive atmosphere of home.
P.S.: Seminary starts on the 24th. There are two twins coming to seminary (move-ins). It used to be that one of them had the beginning of a beard and the other one didn't. Now the beard has disappeared and they are identical. And the Teacher has been wailing and gnashing her teeth and saying stuff like "I can't believe he shaved it! Now what am I going to do?!"
Feel free to laugh at her discomfort at any time. I am.
... you have all those character traits. Hmmph.